I perplexed the cat by making the bed with him in it. He's a good sport. Franky is black and white and if they gave awards, a champion mouser. None lately, mind you- but he does have an excellent record. He wasn't the 'sick kitty', by the way. That one is at his home again.

Speaking of sick, man I feel it. I have a wet cough and had to leave the service today to go in the foyer to cough. I feel weak and lightheaded in a "not enough to pass out but enough to be bothered by it" way. Coughing really does burn calories so MAYBE I'll lose some weight- har, har, har. Just a general feeling of "ugh". And now I need to make lunch for the kids, they have been snacking while the meat defrosts.

You know, I guess this is just a rambling blog. It's not time limited, goal oriented, mind changing, 2+2 =4 ...anything. It's just a little journal about choice pieces of family life as I perceive them. So I guess that will have to do; I really don't know how other people write them. Perhaps I've got "the wrong way blog" on my hands. Ah, but who is to really care, but lil' old me- and you dear readers, if there you be?